Treat You Right (Troyler AU)

Chapter 21

Filler because no inspiration. So Youth was on the radio today. May or may not have cried.

"Hi we're here to see Tyler Oakley." I grinned at the frail old woman behind the counter as she typed anonymously into the computer.

"Names?" She croaked.

"Troye Sivan and Connor Franta." The woman typed furiously into the keyboard, searching for our names while coming across them finally.

"Go ahead, it's the room on the end of the hallway to the left."

"Thank you!"

Connor intertwined his hand with mine, guiding the both of us down the hallway.

"I can't believe I'm about to see Tyler again! And to think he almost died the last time I saw him. Mind boggling huh?" I spoke with anticipation, squeezing Connor's hand. He scoffed.

"Yep..." We sat in uncomfortable silence for a bit until he spoke up again, "I wonder if Lauren is on shift today." I shook my head, disappointed.

"Is that all you care about Con? Tyler's okay! Weren't you guys friends?" I nosed in, turning down a hallway. Connor shrugged, smiling hesitantly.

"Yeah we were, but when I found out he had a crush on you, all friendly feelings towards him vanished." He made a 'poof' hand movement with his free arm. I nodded, biting my lip in concentration.

"I think it's this one." Connor knocked on the door a few times, waiting for someone to come to our aid. In the meantime I played with my nail beds, peeling them back with anxiety. It took around 5 minutes before we got an actual answer from the other side.

"Hi Connor. Hi Troye. Come in." Jackie smiled sympathetically. I smiled back, releasing Connor's hand and bringing a hand around Jackie's back. She returned the embrace awkwardly by pulling away too soon, earning a sarcastic expression on my features.

"How is he doing?" I asked. Jackie sighed walking to the side of Tyler's bed.

He was so beautiful.

His hair faded to the point of perfection, where the color wasn't too vibrant and not too dull. His cheeks had more color than before, and his lips popped pink.

"Troye? Do you want to say hi?" Jackie suggested, motioning to Tyler's body. I nodded, walking to the opposite side of the bed. With one hand I placed it on his cheek, stroking lightly up to his hair.

"Hi Tyler." His eyelids fluttered, shooting back and forth. "I missed you and am glad you are back. Both of us are okay finally." I turned my head to Jackie, who looked on the brink of tears. I mouthed a small 'are you okay?' to her, but she turned away and sat down in the family chair. Confused, I pulled away my hand and instead placed it on his hand, trailing up his arm.

His eyelids fluttered again, opening slightly.

"Mom? Mom. Mom!" Tyler blurted, startling Troye. Connor came up from behind him and intertwined their arms.

"Yes sweetie?"

"Mom. Is that you who was stroking my arm?" Jackie shook her head, muttering a small 'no.' "What did you say I didn't hear it?" He basically yelled, catching his mother and I off guard.

"No baby it wasn't. It was your friend Troye." Tyler scrunched his eyebrows, turning his head in the angle of Connor and I.

"Who are you?" Troye smiled at his friend's loopiness from the drugs.

"It's Troye silly goose. Are you still a little high from anesthesia?" Connor, placed a kiss on my shoulder, causing me to furrow my eyebrows, but I shook him off and resumed my spot next to Ty.

"I don't know a Troye."

"Sure you do buddy, we met year 11 in high school, and then both missed out on college to explore California. Remember that?" Troye pushed, praying he was just loopy and not actually forgetting their entire relationship.

"No I don't know you. Or you in the corner." He pointed his finger at Connor, who shrugged while on his phone. Asshole.

"It's okay Tyler, I'm sure you do. I bet in a few days it will all come back to you." He encouraged, smiling at the squinting boy in the bed.

"No I won't. I don't want to. Mom?" Troye's heart throbbed from the rejection, but he remembered not to take it so seriously since Tyler wasn't fully aware of his surroundings.

"Yes Tyler?"

"I don't know these people right?"

"No honey." I choked on my own saliva, using a hand to clear my lungs by punching my chest. Did Jackie really just say that?

"Mrs. Oakley what are you doin-" Connor asked.

"I think it's time you leave Troye, and Connor." Jackie demanded, moving her head to the direction of the door. I sighed, glancing one more time at Tyler before being escorted out of the room.

"Bye strangers." The boy yelled before the door closed.

"I'm sorr-" Connor started, quickly being cut off by me."

"I want to go home."

"We can come back another da-"

"No, I need some time to process this. There's no way Tyler can forget our entire relationship." Connor nodded, rubbing small circles into my back.

"Let's go home then."